Dead Souls

I had a 10 minute conversation with my sister about Trent Reznor wherein she thought we were talking about Jim Morrisson for whatever reason. I guess both had been mentioned previously.

I just watched an old Woodstock vid, he was so young and hot."

"Yeah but he ended up gaining a lot of weight."

"I wouldn't say that. More like beefy."

"Beefy? Total fat drunk."

"What? He's sobersaurus."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Did he relapse? That makes me sad."

*stares at me*

"He drowned in a puddle of his own vomit in a bathtub or some shit."

"Drowned?"

"He's dead, Colleen."

"WHAT!"

"Hate to break it to you."

*starts weeping*

"He'd just realesed a new album and had a baby girl."

"Jim Morrison?"

"Huh? I'm talking about Trent Reznor, you dumb fuck."

"You said Woodstock you dumb fuck."

"I was talking about Woodstock 94, you asshole."

I wiped the smeared eyeliner off my face with the back of my hand and tried to compose myself.

"You're an idiot."

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT."

Then we went to Victoria's Secret for 4 hours and spent two hundred of her dollars on bras and acai bath scrub. By the time I got out of there, it was dark and time to light candles and listen to some NIN.